Mr. Bo, Madam Is Pregnant!
Chapter 305 I Am a Good Person

Chapter 305: Chapter 305 I Am a Good Person

Su Lu looked at Qiao Li.

"Xiao Le... saw him," Su Lu hesitated but eventually didn’t hide anything, "Xiao Le knows about him, he asked me questions about him, so..."

"Do you plan to let him meet Xiao Le?" Qiao Li asked.

Su Lu nodded, "I respect the child’s wishes, no matter how many grievances there are between him and me, the child is not at fault."

Qiao Li smiled with a tinge of sadness, "If, I mean if. If I don’t want Xiao Le to meet him, would it seem too selfish of me? I would treat Xiao Le very well, as if he were my own son."

Su Lu gave a wry smile, "If I could, I’d also want to be that selfish. But the child is grown up now, he has his own thoughts, I don’t want to indoctrinate him with hatred, so..."

Hearing this, Qiao Li gave a helpless smile, "I’m sorry, I’ve been too narrow-minded. I just... I just feel a bit unwilling."

He had always loved Xiao Le as his own child, so why should that man? After abandoning them for so many years, he suddenly reappeared out of the blue.

Qiao Li took a deep breath, "Lu Lu, I feel resentful."

Su Lu felt quite sorry for Qiao Li, putting him in such a predicament, it seemed quite unfair.

Qiao Li said, "I’m a good person, everyone who knows me knows that, I’m a good person. I respect the elderly and love children, I respect women, I’m willing to help others with regular donations, support several poor students, I love nature, am kind to animals, regularly volunteer at animal rescue organizations, and I’m excellent at my job, responsible and conscientious, never letting down my superiors, never mistreating my employees."

"I’m a good person," Qiao Li said.

Su Lu nodded, she of course knew Qiao Li was a good person, more than good, from certain angles he was even somewhat perfect.

Good looking, good personality, good job, good temper.

"People like me, good people, they say Heaven will look favorably upon my life," Qiao Li looked earnestly into Su Lu’s eyes, seriously said, "I don’t need Heaven to favor my life, I just hope Heaven can give me my girl."

Su Lu, listening, felt quite uncomfortable.

It was precisely because of Qiao Li’s expectations, wishing for a response to his feelings, that he seemed too humble, despite being an excellent man, a winner in life.

Indeed, it made observers feel uncomfortable.

"Brother Qiao..." Faced with Qiao Li’s confession, Su Lu was somewhat at a loss.

Even though it wasn’t the first time she knew of Qiao Li’s feelings, a confession like this, seemingly tearing himself open to let her understand his burning heart.

Still left Su Lu feeling unsure how to proceed.

...

Inside a cafe, Bo Jingshen stood still, looking at his own fingers, as if he could still remember the feel of her wrist when he had held it.

The slender wrist, the skin soft and warm, yet with a different kind of feel.

"Su Xiaolu..." Bo Jingshen murmured, "Su Lu!"

He couldn’t hold back anymore and stepped out to follow.

Just as he got outside, what he saw across the street, under the row of trees on the sidewalk.

The sight of the two of them tightly embracing.

Bo Jingshen’s steps suddenly stopped, the urgent stride he had taken could no longer move forward by an inch.

When Qiao Li suddenly pulled Su Lu into his arms, she was caught off guard and didn’t react in time, so her entire body stiffened.

Perhaps it was because, over the years, Qiao Li had never behaved inappropriately, always acting like a gentleman, gentle and tender.

That’s why Su Lu was completely unprepared.

And Qiao Li made no other move, just holding her in his embrace.

Su Lu heard his low voice, falling into her ear, "Lulu, don’t choose him, choose me."

She couldn’t deny that upon hearing Qiao Li’s words, her heart softened.

She sighed softly and after a few seconds of silence, not knowing which part of her heart felt compassion, she nodded lightly and responded, "Okay."

Bo Jingshen stood across the street, and for some reason, at that same moment, his heart suddenly felt empty, an unsettling feeling of stepping into a void felt so real.

It was so real that he couldn’t help but clench his hand, his lips pressed tightly together to suppress the panic that threatened to overwhelm him.

Qiao Li looked down at Su Lu with surprise and joy, "Really, really?"

"Mm." Su Lu nodded and hesitated, "But I, I can’t promise that I..."

She didn’t know how to express herself, paused for a few seconds and then said, "You know, I’m very afraid of being in a relationship."

Her past experiences had been too painful, so she instinctively resisted the idea of relationships.

Like a clam shell, she had closed herself off, unwilling to open up and let anyone touch her tender heart, to prevent any further hurt.

Qiao Li didn’t insist; he was already quite content and said immediately, "I know, I understand. Don’t worry, I won’t pressure you into anything, we can take things slow. As you know, I’ve waited for so many years, patience is what I lack least."

"Mm." Su Lu smiled faintly.

"Alright, let’s hurry back, Xiao Le might wake up and panic if he doesn’t see anyone," Qiao Li reached out and gently took Su Lu’s hand.

Su Lu’s fingers stiffened for a moment in discomfort, then gradually relaxed.

The two walked back into the hospital.

Bo Jingshen stood by the street, watching the two of them leave. He stood there quietly, the pedestrian light beside him changing from green to red and then back to green. He remained unmoved, as if he had blended into the lonely night scenery, turning into a silent film, emanating solitude.

After a while, he took out his phone and dialed a number.

"I’m coming to see you," Bo Jingshen said into the phone.

The woman’s voice on the other end was calm, "Okay, come on. I haven’t slept yet."

Bo Jingshen didn’t drive or take a cab; he walked for more than half an hour along the street until he reached a high-end residential area.

He entered the complex, approached a building, and knocked on a room’s door.

The young woman was the same one Su Lu had seen at the café sitting beside Bo Jingshen.

Standing inside the door, she was dressed in a loose-fitting, casual T-shirt with her long straight legs peeking out from underneath the hem, her hair flowing down her back.

She was brushing her teeth with an electric toothbrush, her thin wrist and the clear outline of its bone visible, and on the inside of the wrist, an elevated scar was exposed, unhidden. Though not very dark, the mere sight of it allowed one to imagine the ferocity of the wound at the time.

Bo Jingshen abruptly took hold of her wrist.

"?!" She was startled, nearly unable to keep a grip on her toothbrush, her eyes wide, staring at Bo Jingshen, somewhat at a loss, "What... what’s wrong?"